Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 31

Megan snapped back to reality, noticing the car had come to a halt at a crossroads. The light ahead was red

She pulled her hand from Sullivan’s grip and tumed her head away, her demeanor cooling. “Nothing”

Sullivan’s gaze lingered on her averted profile. He felt an uncomfortable twinge in his heart.

His mind wandered back to the early days of their marriage when Megan was just past her twenties Back then, Megan adored him. Every evening, when he came home from work, she would dash downstairs to relieve him of his briefcase, eagerly sharing the menu. she had planned for dinner and drawing him a warm bath before bed.

At night during their intimate moments, he would sometimes hurt her on purpose. She would just snuggle up to him with her nose slightly red, wmpping her arms tightly around his neck and softly pleading with him to be gentle

In those honeymoon days, she was truly joyful.

But gradually, Megan stopped laughing and ceased her playful affection

It seemed she had finally come to accept the fact that he didn’t love her and slowly realized that no matter what she did, it was all in vain, she was always met with indifference and disregard

Megan was still considerate, but her attentiveness had become more akin to performing her wifely duties.

There was no love, just obligation.

Just like the truth she revealed after a few glasses of wine, she had stopped liking him a long time ago.

These thoughts made Sullivan’s imitation grow, he looked away with no intention of speaking to Megan again.

the black Bentley slowly pulled away.

lights, the

fixed on the French bistro they were passing by and she froze

was closed

she played the violin and

slowly turned her head, examining Sullivan’s profile. She finally understood why

this on

on the

they reached the bottom of her apartment building that he turned to look at her and spoke, “Do you know who owns

suspicions, but she

what Begonia had in mind by helping you. But Mrs. Lowry, don’t forget you’re still a married woman.”

a faint

to guess Sullivan’s thoughts; he wasn’t

his wife, whom he no

didn’t want to submit to Sullivan, but she didn’t want to drag Begonia

Her him.”

consideration, Megan spoke calmly, “Our marriage has

bored

he reached out and gently caressed her face, “1 trust you,

a

turning her face away. “I’m not

her steadily for a few seconds. Then he withdrew his hand, sitting up straight.